Untitled Post--Hey, My Brain's A Bit Fried--Just Bear With Me, Huh?

Life is all about patterns, isn’t it? I’m just not sure how recognizing them does you any good.

Take me, for instance. When the day job’s going well, the love life sucks. When the love life perks up, the day job sags. So now, I’ve added a third aspect (gee, only 3? Does that even QUALIFY as a life?): the writing side of things.

And…you guessed it. The current score is:

Day Job: Dismal
Love Life: Non-existent
Writing Life: Hmmmm….positive stuff a’brewing! (More news next week, I promise.)

Anyway, so it suddenly dawned on me today that I leave for Phoenix tomorrow morning. I mean, like at the crack. I think I have to get up around four. Yech. Plus, it occurs to me that um, Phoenix is like, um, hot. Desert-y. Need a whole new mindset as I mentally walk through my closet. (And some luck that last year’s summer wardrobe fits.)

Then, in the midst of tidying up my desk and doing that figurative traipse through the closet, I remembered the contest entries I’m judging have to go out before I leave. Yikes. Luckily, those were all pretty much already in order, but I had to go over them one more time, check my addition, email the contest coordinator with the scores, then lug the hard copies to the post office. Man, that’s a load off my mind.

The trip to Phoenix is to attend a conference put on by the Desert Rose chapter of RWA (Romance Writer’s of America). I went two years ago and it was a blast. Lots of nice people, great hotel (all suites!), good food, and hey, it’s only a short plane ride away. Rubbing elbows with tons of fellow writers who GET what you do is always fun (not to mention inspiring).

And, yes. Sigh. I broke down and made an agent appointment. (I’m never, ever, ever, pitching again!—yeah, never say never, yada, yada.) The shivers of apprehension are already setting in.

Another of life’s patterns.